the parabolic microphone/follows the blades of the skater/and gives the audience the sounds/of butchery and pandemonium
when the skater becomes airborne there is a flash of silence
but the sounds resume with a swoosh and a skkkkksh/and a stabstabstab/as the skater picks up speed
blessed silence
slotcar madness/kishkishkishkishkish/the shaved-icemaker sound of the final spin/scrapestop
a beat of silence
a mountain of riotous applause
Buy all the Golly that you want,
It only costs a Hum.
Buy Gosh, buy Jove, and preen and flaunt,
But please do not buy Gum.
Don’t buy from Target, Mickey Dee’s,
Nor Wal-Mart. You can shop
To heart’s content, and Jesus please,
At stores of Mom and Pop.
Today we flex consumer muscle
And howl like baying bassets
To stop the Greed Beasts in mid-hustle
And kick them in the Assets.
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Historical note: Today, February 28, 2025, is a day of boycotting protests. All who wish to make a tangible statement about the unfair distribution of wealth are urged not to spend any money anywhere but at minority and/or locally owned “Mom&PIP” establishments. Vote with your Pocketbooks, Friends!!
scooters, skateboards, cardboard-signers,
motorized devices,
would have had sidewalk designers
smoking herbs and spices.
mere pedestrians are weaving
here and there whilst cringing
trick bikes bounce and disbelieving
walkers risk unhinging.
let’s make future sidewalks wider.
two lanes? now we’re talking.
stiff fines for the non-abider:
SLOW LANE — NO NON-WALKING.
eggplant ahoy
about twenty years ago my pal mike
walked me through the creation
of eggplant parmigiana
i only made it that once
but today in the produce section of fry’s
the most gorgeous eggplant called my name
so I acquired it and took it home
but as i recall parmigiana is a messy make
so now I’m looking at videos
martha stewart seems to treat eggplant
as if it were a fat purple zucchini
slicing off the ends and then subdividing
I might do that and then throw it in a colander
with salt as she advised
to quell its possible bitterness
but i don’t want to hack it to pieces
its lovely deep purple is glossier
than the paint job on a corvette
and it did call my name
so maybe we’ll become more than friends
said the disgusting sicko
When you want intense blue
Cobalt will do.
For white/miscellaneous
Go porcellaneous.
For a texture of nub
Try Crawling Glaze, Bub.
With motile non-sessiles
Do Handle your vessels.
And Showcased Absurdity?
Use Unreal Birdity.
the surgeon invited me to peek
at his handiwork on my hand
just as he had on my other hand
on the seventh of this year’s Jan
and as before i was eager to see
so he warned “cold water” and washed away
the occluding and offputting sanguination
and lifted my hand above the canvas
and i beheld the bundle of nerves
relieved from its tissue strangulation
the tendon alongside as ivory as tusk
and looking as unyielding
depth of field about two centimetres
site about two cm wide
“thanks!” said i and my voice had husk
because I had witnessed a miracle
i was getting a ride home
she had looked at me and said vámonos with that tiny jerk of the head that said let’s go/no argument
we went/she was telling me her favorite kinds of latin music/and she told her screen/and it would play
and she would move with the music/with shoulder shimmies and head tossbacks
and old as I am and young as she was i was stirred
she deliberately drove past my street and we drove on
I said to the screen FREDDY FENDER BEFORE THE NEXT TEARDROP FALLS
and freddy’s sweet lamenting voice filled the car/first in english then in spanish
and she was stirred/hearing that old-school song
and we came to my apartment/i patted her shoulder with my hand/but our heads seemed magnetically attracted/and they slightly clunked/with our heads both facing forward
and the truth is, i wanted to embrace her
and the real truth is, i wanted to grab her
and the stone ground truth is, it would have been wrong wrong wrong to grab her
so i didn’t/i got out and let her know without words/looking at her as i got out/that I sincerely enjoyed the ride/the moment
and she dawdled a little/lowering her driver’s side window/and saying inconsequentials/but finally “bye”
and i shook my head walking to my unit/muttering stuff like “jesus!” and “hot stuff”
like the foolish old man that i am
well, there goes health/and many human services/national parks/but hey we ought be nervousest/when we come/to the severing occurrence/of who tend/our nuclear deterrents.
chainsaws loud/uncaring of credential/slash and burn/regardless of potential/last hired going/on the chopping-block hypocrisy/in the name/of a despot’s “meritocracy”
I am tempted to change my last name
To Diddit.
“Who’s responsible for this?” “Gary Diddit.”
That’s the perception anyway.
I have been Ghosted.
The trouble is, I understand.
Years back I found a relative so toxic
That I did my best to exclude him
From my universe.
I was civil on those occasions
When we were in the same room together
But I had felt sufficiently betrayed
That my idea of the ideal interaction level
Was Zero.
Gradually I realized that avoiding him
Was giving him too much power over me
And that my passive-aggressive ghosting
Was also toxic.
But they who ghost me
Have their reasons.
Who’s compared #47 to Hitler–unfavorably?
Gary Diddit.
Who keeps arguing
After the horse is so dead
It has begun to decompose?
Gary Diddit.
Who let his addiction
Interfere with his relationships
Time and time again?
Gary Bowers, that’s who.
Acquiring a language may involve some tug and wrench
And fluency comes slowly to the phoneme-inattentive,
So if you want to Parlay-Voo and fill your speech with French,
The play on words comes to the fore to help, if you’re inventive.
One with Clay, Image and Text 